I’ve just met a good person and started a sweet and loving relationship.
It was unfair.
She felt sad and resentful.
And she missed Dylan so much.
Drip, drip!
Like a broken tear duct, the tears wouldn’t stop and streamed down her cheeks.
*****
At the same time.
Frank was standing in the hospital corridor where the VVIP room was located.
Since the suspect hadn’t been discharged yet, Frank often came to the hospital.
When he felt complicated or his head was noisy, Frank would often stand in the hospital corridor like now and look out the window, or go up and down the stairs to sort out his thoughts.
Today was the same.
After a brief conversation with the suspect, he felt stuffy, so he came up here and was now standing blankly at the end of the corridor.
“Saa, save me. He, here… someone is dying.”
At the sudden scream, Frank’s gaze, which had been looking out the window, quickly shifted to the direction of the sound.
The nurse who had passed by him a little while ago was running towards him, looking terrified and about to fall.
‘What on earth is going on?’
He wasn’t the type to meddle in unnecessary things, but he couldn’t just pass by indifferently at the word that someone was dying.
He strode towards the nurse. The nurse hurriedly grabbed Frank’s arm with an expression as if she had met a savior.
“What’s going on?”
“Y, you’re the prosecutor who c, comes to our hospital often, right?”
The nurse said stammeringly in a pale face, sweating coldly.
“Tell me slowly.”
“Please save our doctor. Lo.., Lola, Do.. Do.., Doctor Lola might die like this.”
Lola?
That’s my sister-in-law.
And she’s also Professor Xavier’s attending physician.
Frank immediately started walking without delay.
“A, assault. The patient is a, assaulting our doctor……”
The nurse couldn’t finish her sentence. Because Frank had already gone far away.
The nurse hurriedly chased after him and guided him.
*****
“What is this……?”
A little later, Frank, who had entered Amaya’s room, was beyond angry and almost cursed.
The room was a mess, and the woman in the doctor’s gown was still being assaulted by the patient.
Frank, who had run in at once, pushed away Amaya, who was wearing a patient’s gown, and hugged Lola, who was battered.
“Damn it!”
He couldn’t bear to look at Lola’s state after being treated so badly, so he couldn’t hold back his anger and curse.
“You crazy bitch!”
Frank turned his head and glared at Amaya, cursed again, and then gave instructions to the nurse.
“Contact the security team right now and report it to the police. No matter how much of a patient they are, we can’t let those things go.”
“Contact the security team and report this to the police right away. Even if they’re patients, we can’t let things like this slide.”
Lola, held in Frank’s arms, was limp and unconscious.
Her hair was a mess, her lips were covered in blood scabs, and her face was scratched all over.
Her appearance was utterly wretched.
Frank felt inexplicably angry.
He wondered how much someone had to be beaten to end up like this.
His honest desire was to grab the patient who had assaulted Lola right then and drag them to the police station.
However, he decided that getting her medical treatment was the priority since she was injured.
“Where should we go?”
Frank asked, but the intern nurse, her face as white as a sheet, couldn’t react immediately.
It wasn’t uncommon for medical staff to be assaulted by patients, but it was her first time witnessing it firsthand, and she was so shocked and traumatized that she felt like her soul had left her body.
“Nurse.”
“Follow me.”
Only when Frank raised his voice a tone higher and called her again did the nurse snap out of it and lead him to a hospital room.
Frank’s pace quickened as he strode after the nurse.
“O-O- dear…”
Lola mumbled weakly, unable to even open her eyes.
She seemed to be looking for Dylan.
Frank tried to reassure her.
“I’ll contact Dylan later.”
“N-No,… if Dylan… knows, he’ll worry…”
As if she had somehow understood Frank’s words, she stammered and desperately objected.
Frank sighed.
‘Even while barely able to speak, she’s worried about Dylan.’
Soon, they arrived at the hospital room, and Frank carefully laid Lola on the bed, then turned to the nurse and said,
“Contact a doctor right away.”
The nurse was still flustered and wavering, while Frank, on the other hand, gave instructions calmly and consistently with a composed expression.
“Yes, yes.”
The nurse took out her phone from her gown pocket to make a call, but suddenly, with wide, startled eyes, she pointed at Frank’s hand.
“T-There’s blood on the prosecutor’s hand.”
Frank then looked down at his hand. Sure enough, as the nurse had said, his palm was covered in blood.
‘There’s no way I could be hurt.’
Frank’s eyes sharpened instantly.
“Check Ms. Lola’s back immediately. You need to examine her thoroughly to see where she’s injured.”
The nurse, with trembling hands, gently turned Lola’s body to the side.
Sure enough, Lola’s white gown was stained with blood.
It seemed she was injured in the back.
And quite badly.
“Oh, my! Goodness.”
The nurse’s face quickly turned tearful.
